A Point Of Perspective
Code: Crusher/Gul Macet, Bashir/Garak, EMH/Barclay, McCoy/Spock, Phlox/Archer
(Is that enough for ya?)
Parts: 1 (1/1)
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Summary: At a Starfleet Medical conference in San Francisco, an unlikely
collection of guests react in various ways to the attendance of a
certain Gul. Definite PWP. Oh yeah. Without a doubt. Totally ludicrous.
Archiving: Cool- if you want to- please let me know.
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Author's Note: Thanks to Martoq for the answers I was looking for.
You're a legend! <GRIN>
There's not much more I can say about this one, except, erm... sorry.
A Point Of Perspective
Julian Bashir sighed softly, took a sip of his punch and spoke from
behind his glass, directing his low voiced words to the large potted
plant in the corner.
come out of there, love. Cardassians *are* welcome on Earth since
the treaty was signed, you know."
terse reply came from somewhere within the shrubbery. "So you
say, my dear. However, there is still an entire reception to get
through. One simply can't be too careful."
but *hiding* behind a *bush*?"
his eyes flashing with splendid affrontery, appeared at Julian's
shoulder. "Hiding?" He flicked an errant fern frond off
his velvet-clad shoulder. "I was doing no such thing. I was
smiled, eyes twinkling. "So, do tell me. What did you *observe*
about Doctor McCoy's speech?"
pursed his lips. "Well, in spite of the fact that his entire
presentation was so liberally peppered with Southern colloquialisms
that my translator failed on no less than three occasions, I actually
found that overall... it was quite invigorating."
laughed. "He's an *amazing* old chap, isn't he? Did you know
that he's *over* one hundred and fifty years old?!"
my dear, I *did* read the conference program." The Cardassian
frowned and scanned the gathering. "I wonder where good Doctor
McCoy's legendary and life-extending bondmate could be?"
I expect Ambassador Spock will be about the place somewhere."
Julian also scanned the reception room. "Apparently, they never
go anywhere without each oth... Good *GOD*!"
there!" White faced, Julian pointed a trembling finger. "Don't
tell me you didn't see him just walk in?"
looked, narrowed his eyes and then nodded. "Ah."
Julian's eyes were literally bulging. "Is that *all* you can
say? My God, Elim... We've got to warn Starfleet Headquarters that
he isn't dead!"
not him, dear," Garak replied calmly.
not?" Julian peered across the room again. "Are you certain?"
certain. Although even *I* must confess, the resemblance is remarkable."
shook his head in amazement. "*I'll* say! Good *grief* that
gave me a turn."
Well at least his presence here will have *one* beneficial side
effect." Garak smiled.
I won't have to endure everyone staring at *me*."
Oh, good evening, Captain Archer. You found me, then."
blinked and lowered his voice. "Y'know, for a man who just
got pulled into a temporal rift and thrown hundreds of years into
the future, you seem incredibly calm."
smiled sweetly. "I had every confidence that you would locate
me, and in actual fact, I have found the whole experience remarkably
interesting. I'm considering devoting an entire chapter of my research
Intrigued despite the very real danger of discovery, Archer leaned
yes." Phlox nodded towards the buffet table. "Take for
example the way that the people of this time line observe *every*
move that Cardassian male over there makes."
They *do* seem captivated, don't they?"
It is *my* theory that Cardassians must be considered very alluring
in this time period."
narrowed his eyes, peering through the crowd at the figure by the
table. "Hmmm. I don't see it, myself." He gave Phlox a
stern look. "It's time to go, Doctor. I would like you to come
followed Captain Archer out of the function room, his earnest voice
fading away as they exited into the corridor. "Truly, Captain?
Well, that *is* encouraging. You know, inter-species sexual relations
have long been a fascination of mine and..."
That's... wow... amazing!"
calm and exceptionally bland, the now "officially sentient"
EMH turned away from Barclay's wide-eyed face and followed the direction
of the human's stare.
exactly am I being amazed by, Reginald?"
at that Cardassian Gul over there!"
pulled an apologetic face. "That's right... You were still
lost in the Delta Quadrant when all that Pah Wraith business went
on." He gave his holographic companion a warm smile. "Access
your newer information files on DS9's recent history."
it just?" Barclay took a sip from his ale, grimaced and set
a resemblance," the EMH added.
is. I wonder if he knows?"
EMH looked at the Cardassian again. "From the baffled look
on his face, I would say no." He sighed and turned back to
Barclay again. "So... to the issue we were discussing, Reginald.
What *did* Doctor Zimmerman say?"
I told him you and I were, uhm..." Barclay blushed.
my sexual sub-matrix?" the EMH finished blandly.
face turned scarlet. "Well, he uh... said that it was not technically
his business, but that he'd be interested in viewing the summary
see. Is that all?"
Oh... and then he backed away and stayed behind his desk all morning."
EMH nodded with satisfaction. "Well, that sounds like approval
over the balcony railing outside the main reception room, Doctor
Beverly Crusher gazed out over the bay. The night was warm, the
breeze was gentle and the bay reflected a thousand different pinpoints
I'm here on my *own*. As usual.// She heaved a soft sigh.
Crusher, isn't it?" A soft, deep voice came from behind her.
smiled. //Thank you, God. Now, just let him be tall, dark and handsome
and the night's a winner!//
turned. //OK. Tall, dark and interesting. I can live with that.//
felt a sudden flash of recognition. "Gul Macet?"
smiled, looking immensely pleased. "You remember me? I am flattered."
watched him as he came to stand beside her, leaning casually against
the railing. He really was well formed for a Cardassian, she decided.
Almost as pleasing to look at as young Julian Bashir's mate.
was lean, broad shouldered and tall. His features were striking,
even for a Cardassian, but the genuine light of warmth and careful
friendliness that gleamed in his dark eyes softened his face somewhat,
turning what might have been once cold and haughty into something
far more appealing.
dear Gul... unless you are married, gay or a eunuch, you are coming
home with *me* tonight.// Beverly's eyes drifted down the firm lines
of Macet's legs.
Cardassian was leaning towards her; his eyes darting somewhat self-consciously
back into the function room. "Uhm, doctor?"
Gul Macet?" Beverly flicked her auburn hair back over her shoulder
and set her eyes to 'slow simmer'.
you possibly explain why, in Gul's name, is everyone in the reception
room *looking* at me?"
blinked. Then she frowned a little, peering closely at him.
pointed to her face. "That's the *very* look I mean, Doctor!"
she trailed off. Actually, now that she thought about it, there
*was* a fair resemblance between Macet and that unfortunate Gul
she'd read about in the DS9 dispatches some time ago. Gul Bucket,
smiled again, stepping forward and smoothly taking his arm. "Why
don't we take a nice stroll down by the water, and I'll tell you
*all* about it, Mmmm?"
her head high and her face slightly smug, she led him back into
the reception, past a hundred covertly staring faces, and out into
by the far side of the bar, a soft voice, rusty with age but still
strong with vitality, chuckled wickedly as he watched the striking
lady had guts, he had to give her that. And good luck to her too.
If she wanted to dally with a Cardassian, well... that should be
no one's business but hers.
tell you *this* much, darlin'... It's not any easier fallin' in
love now then it was in our day." He picked up his generous
measure of single malt and threw it down his throat with ease. "God,
I'm so damn grateful that I'll never have to be in *that* position
the shadows in the corner came an equally soft voice. "I concur,
T'hy'la. Not a day passes when I do not feel grateful for the life
bond we have formed."
Blue eyes softened slightly. "Right back at ya, Spock."
do not ingest any more pickled onions. You *know* that they adversely
affect your digestion."
Leonard rolled his eyes, inwardly cursing, not for the first time,
his mate's fastidiousness. Nevertheless, he pointedly pushed the
jar in question back across the bar.
wouldn't complain too much. He was hoping to get lucky tonight.
The fact was, he'd have a *far* better chance if he didn't have
to open the windows and air out their suite first...